Family ward vs. Singles ward

This is a no brainer… family ward. You’re safer here. You are a frozen piece of meat in a cold environment. Let me explain.

I had a recent acquaintance tell me “Single wards may be a meat market, but that’s where the meat is”. (Frankly, I don’t like being compared to a piece of meat… even if I do love eating it.) So here’s my explanation:

If you join a singles ward you are now a raw piece of meat in a very, very warm atmosphere. You’re life span is not very long. Very soon, if you are not snatched up, eaten, bought, whatever term you want to use… you start to “spoil” and get old. No one wants a piece of meat that has been hanging out in a warm environment for ages. What’s wrong with that particular piece of meat? Why did no one eat it right away? For some reason, everyone goes for the nicely fresh cut piece that the butcher just laid out with the rest of the produce.

However, if you are single and in a family ward, we can compare you to a piece of frozen meat in a cold environment. You will not “spoil and age” as fast as a raw piece of meat. The cold environment you are in prolongs your “life”. I mean, I suppose there are some fallbacks. Since you're so cold it could take a while for you to defrost, and some people aren't patient. Aslo, you could get freezer burnt.

But in the end, family wards are safer. Besides, I’m not in the mood for meat right now… I’m satisfied with my potatoes and veggies.

So what did I do this last Sunday? I visited the singles ward. I saw a lot of old friends. Before I knew what I was doing, I signed my name up on the list of people who have music talents. I was introduced to the Bishop and handed a “new member” card to fill out.

So guess what!? I’m being taken out of the freezer and next week I am going to be raw. A very raw piece of meat indeed. This goes against everything I believe in…

I did strike a bargain with my father though. Not being in the mood to “fish”, (I mean, come on. I’m not grabbing that live worm and putting it on the hook, aka: flirting), I told him he could arrange an arranged marriage. On one condition: that he buy me a NICE baby grand piano. He’s getting very excited about this. He talked about it tonight in our family home evening when we went around the room and did our “family business” of the week. I think he’s focusing a little bit too much on the groom rather than finding the perfect baby grand.